It was a mightily pleasant week so far, wasn't it? Owen came to work whistling, with the occasional skip. It was a lot easier to segue back into his regular, brilliant, upbeat self when the island wasn't frustrating him at every turn.

He was humming as he went through the stacks, making sure everything was dusted and cleaned up and put in the right place.

Were the books humming back? Perhaps they were.

This week, he was intent on not letting anything throw him off his stride.

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